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Updated: June 15, 2025
"Ah, he's busy." "What's he busy with?" "Never mind, he's busy." "What's he busy with?... Uncle Vanya... Uncle Vanya..." "Shto?" "Isn't it true that Michael's dead now?" "So they say." "Is it true?" "Uncle Vanya... Uncle Vanya...." The message had passed along that Nina was tired and wanted to go. We all moved out through the passage and into the cold fresh air. "It was quite time," said Vera.
"It's not proper to make such a row," said me, "and you an officer, too!" and we went on to the door of No. 30. Vanya gave it a little pull. The door gave way with a smack, opened, and we smelled soapy steam, and a sharp odor of spoilt food and tobacco, and we entered into total darkness.
"Just think what would happen to our handsome Vladimir if we were to throw him away!" said Vanya. Warmer the sun shone, and warmer yet. The pines were green now. All the snow had melted off them, drip, drip, the falling drops of water making tiny wells in the snow under the trees. And the snow under the trees was melting too.
Old Peter hurried into the church, followed by Fedor with Vanya and Maroosia. They all crossed themselves and said a prayer as they went in. The ceremony was just beginning.
And how would you do it?" Samoylenko was going to answer, but at that moment a big wave covered them both, then broke on the beach and rolled back noisily over the shingle. The friends got out and began dressing. "Of course, it is difficult to live with a woman if you don't love her," said Samoylenko, shaking the sand out of his boots. "But one must look at the thing humanely, Vanya.
And once, when Vanya asked him why the sun was hot, and his sister Maroosia went on and on asking if the sun was a fire, who lit it? and if it was burning, why didn't it burn out? old Peter grumbled that he would not answer any more. For a moment the two children were quiet, and then Maroosia asked one more question. Old Peter looked up from the net he was mending.
She soon came back with a boy of two in her arms, who threw himself backwards and grabbed at her shawl with his little hands. 'Where was I? Oh yes, he had a good appointment here, and his chief was a kind man too. But Vanya could not go on, and had to give up his position. 'What is the matter with him? 'Neurasthenia it is a dreadful complaint.
And Vanya and Maroosia danced about the hut and chuckled. Then they had supper, all three dipping their wooden spoons in the big bowl together, and eating a tremendous lot of black bread. And, of course, there were scraps for Vladimir and a bone for Bayan. After that they had tea with sugar but no milk, because they were Russians and liked it that way. Then came the stories.
He thought a little, drummed on the table with his fingers, and sighing once more, went to Vanya. "You are being taught, so to say," he began, "being educated, being given a chance, you revolting young person! Why have you done it?" He talked for a long time, made a regular speech. He alluded to science, to light, and to darkness. "Yes, young person."
At least that was the way old Peter told it; and when it came to the end, and the Bear came along, why, the Bear was old Peter himself, who squashed both little hands, and Vanya or Maroosia, whichever it was, all together in one big hug. Once upon a time there were two orphan children, a little boy and a little girl.
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